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I drop them in the footsteps I am leaving behind as I walk my path.

The untruths I have carried inside me for so long.

Little to big stones, I press them between my thumb and fore finger,

Feeling the edges and smoothness as they slide through and drop.

I leave the things no longer serving me

And walk towards something better

With lighter step.

— The End —